Sunday, 30 June 2013

Hope


It's the beating of your heart
And the warmth of life
The smell of freshly baked bread
And the coldness of snow
The whispers in the night
And the sunshine in the day
The feeling that arrives
When despair has gone away
The lyrics in a song
The twinkle in your eye
Hope is the reason
The answer to why.

Friendship

It's never ever easy

But who said it would be?

It's how you least expect it

But that's life unfortunately

Friends drive you mad

And round the bend

They stir up your mind

But they're the ones who appear

When hope is hard to find.

Moment

A moment is a gift from above
A drop of time to call your own
Decisions to be made
Choices to ponder
Moments are fragments of eternity
Pages from a book
Blips of your life
Played out like a film
A moment can change everything
It can turn your life around
Tear you apart
Or push you to the ground
The moment when you hear those words
The dreaded, hated kind
"I'm sorry but.."
"It's over"
"She didn't make it"
"It's cancer"
Or the other kind
The amazing moments
Those three words
"I love you"
Or the infamous "Will you marry me?"
Moments are just pieces
Of this thing we call life
Just snippets of the book
Our soul is writing.

Midnight

It's not today
But tomorrow isn't here yet
It's that mysterious time again
When clocks go strange
The sky is black
And sleep is meant to be
(But rarely is)
Your one and only friend
It's a seductive hour
One of kisses and sighs
As lovers embrace
And cats prowl the streets
The nocturnal are awake
The vampires are up again
The humans are asleep
Except the insomniacs
And the late-nighters
It's a weird hour
An indefinite hour
Full of ambiguity
The promise of tomorrow
And the laughter and tears of today
A new date, a new day, a new year
It's midnight again.

Sunday, 23 June 2013

Depression

It’s a vast pit

That you sink into

Everything becomes cloudy

Foggy and dark

You can see no way out

You can hear no sound

For all that is worthy

Is the blood on your skin

As you hold the sharp knife

Trace your veins

Sketch out your hurt

And fall to the ground

The end is close

It’s almost over

You will soon be at rest

In peace.

The Darkness

The darkness engulfs you

The exit is unclear

Like a broken door

Your head won’t stop spinning

Spinning, spinning

The pills you take

Clear white and soft

Like a fluffy duvet

Don’t help you

They will never eradicate your pain

Your dishevelled demonised soul

 

Look at me.

You are

Unclear

Your eyes blurred

Your vision dark

Tears will not stop

Streaming from your black eyes

As your heart burns

With the pure agony

Of simply being alive.

The Voice In My Head

The voice in my head

Says jump

I do

The voice in my head

Says run

I do

The voice in my head

Watches me bleed

Along the corner

Of my soul

The voice in my head

Says kill

I can’t

Oh, this voice in my head.

When Will My Cure Come?

One day I will wake up

To find the pain has gone

And my heart will be free

From this agony

 

One day my mind

Will go back to how it was

Clear and full of thoughts

Not stuffed with negativity

 

One day my cure will come

Be it in medication form or not

I will swallow the magic pill

And feel better again

 

The old me will be back

The one who used to laugh

Who enjoyed life

And showed passion

 

The depressed me will leave

She’ll walk out the door

Down the road

Never to return

 

I want the old me back

I want to be normal

I’m not crazy am I?

What’s sane? What’s insane?

You Are Killing Me

You are killing me

Slowly but surely

Draining me of life

Pinching at my soul

Until all that is left

Is an empty body

A rattling skeleton

A wounded soldier

You are destroying me

Scarring my skin

And my mind

Burning my damaged heart

You are killing me.

A Paracetamol Overdose

Life’s too hard

So you make a decision

You go out

To buy the pills

It’s easy

 

When you get home

You make yourself a glass of water

Then you down all of them

It’s easy

 

You feel fine

Just a little headache

You go and lie down

It’s easy

 

You wake up four hours later

Still feeling fine

Angry because it’s not working

It’s not easy

 

Three days go past

You carry on with life

Regret what you did

It’s not easy

 

Then you start to feel ill

Your body aches all over

You go to hospital

It’s too late

It’s not easy

 

The tablets have caused organ failure

It’ll take you four days to die

Slowly, in agony

With your family watching

It’s so hard

 

A week later

You’re gone

It was only a bad day

You didn’t really want to die

It wasn’t easy.

Mirror

The dripping sound
From the depths of my skull

It's the sound of death
Blood oozing from my heart
I cannot escape
I'm trapped in this cage
Just a helpless little girl
No place to hide
Stop staring at me
Like I'm the circus freak
Just because I'm different
Not black nor white
Not male nor female
Just a shadow of a person
A reflection in the mirror
Of my former self
The angry lines on my arms
Are stories of pain
The blood on my hands
Is mine, once again
Don't forget me, my love
I'm always here
Even when I'm gone
My spirit's near.

I Don't Think You See

I don't think you see
What it's like to be me
The ever constant fear
The whispers in my ear
The sinking feeling
That starts in my heart
The on going battle
To tear myself apart
The slice of knives
On skin, with faded scars
You'll never see
The inside of my heart
The middle of my brain
Where insanity begins
The flowing of words
And the dropping of pins
I don't think you know
How hard this all is
And if you did
You'd give me a kiss
Please stroke my hair
Hold my pain in your arms
For now I will cry
Holding your palms.

Pyschosis

We're coming
Coming, coming

We're gonna get you

Get away from her

She's not who you think

She really is. Go on

Escape. Now

Before it is too late

Look, there's a rope

Hang yourself

Why not?

You're ugly and everyone

Detests you so much

I think you should

So do I

No I don't want

To die

Please shut up

We're not going anywhere

Until you've slit your wrist

Fine, okay, you win

The razor's in my hand

The blood's on my skin

It's all from within.
 

Love

It’s cruel, this thing called love

It tears you half apart

And when you’re down, on the ground

It lifts up your heart

 

It tricks you, confuses you

Till you no longer know fake from real

These feelings and emotions

Are hard to conceal

 

Some people say it’s magic

And they are talking sense

How two people

Can stay together

Through the cracks and the dents

 

When you’re out in the streets

And a couple walk down the road

Holding hands, smiling, laughing

Carrying their daily shopping, load by load

 

But unrequited love

Is the worst kind

Tears falling down your face

And a song replaying in your mind

 

Knowing that you’d give

Everything that you had

To see that person smile

Makes you turn mad

 

It rips out your sanity

And throws it on the floor

But then you come back

Asking it for more

 

Because no matter how much

Your heart breaks in two

It will always become mended

Fixed with a powerful glue

 

As love is not a choice

A decision or a game

It’s purely fate

Only luck

That draws the next name

Eighteen

You have the world at your feet

Your life in your hands

Filled with opportunities

Trips and plans

You’re old enough to drink

So let’s go get smashed

But drink plenty of water

Or you’ll feel pretty mashed

You’re still quite young

But getting older now

What do you want to do?

In your life, right now

You’re eighteen

You’re grown up

Welcome to adulthood

I hope it’s filled with fun

I hope it’s bloody good.

Silver Lining (Chapter 1)

Monday
Mum bought Rita a mobile phone today!

I found it unbelievably unfair. She just handed it over to her and said “here you go darling”. She didn’t even glance in my direction-as usual. I’m fourteen for goodness sake; she’s only twelve- not even a teenager yet! Rita is really pretty with long wavy dark hair and huge chocolate colour eyes that gleam wickedly! I’m total opposite-wild amber hair that won’t tame (even when I brush it till my hand practically drops off).
I also have tiny eyes-grey and dull and I constantly look as if I’ve eaten one packet of crisps too many. Lucky me.

I’m shy. Rita is confident.

I am awful at Maths and Science and have hardly any common sense while Rita has a head full of brains and a tank full of sense.

It’s like beauty and the beast.

Guess who is the flipping beast? Me.

My Dad didn’t like Rita much (by now you have probably guessed who Rita is-yep, she’s my sister). Dad called me his Claire-bear and always made a fuss of me instead of Rita, then after him and Mum got divorced, Mum decided Rita was going to be her favourite!

Sadly Paul likes Rita.
Paul is Mums boyfriend. He is the boyfriend FROM HELL!

Ugly, stupid, annoying and generally idiotic…

He’s more irritating than Rita, which is major!

Mum met him at a book club, you may think ‘ a book club, that’s harmless’ but think again- he was reviewing ‘ Cinderella’ while Mum was reviewing ‘ Post Mortem’ by Patricia Cornwell- see what I mean.

Paul is an absolute airhead. I bet his brain fell out one day and he didn’t even realise.

Back to me…my full name is Claire Rita India Sarah Pitman (my initials spell C.R.I.S.P- Mum didn’t think twice about my name).

Anyway, my best friend is Corrine Moorcroft, known as Corry to me. Corry has a big family, her Mum is old and fat and cuddly, and her Dad is sixty or something ridiculous. She has three sisters and two brothers.

 

Corry and I both really want a boyfriend, I know I wouldn’t stand a chance but Corry could get one. She’s quite pretty with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Corry and I have been best friends for ages; our Mums were good mates for a while.

                                                    Tuesday

Woke up very early (for a change). Rita was singing to herself in the shower, I was nearly wetting myself with laughter. My favourite book has gone missing, Rita must have taken it!

I left for school very early, but Rita kept hissing rude remarks at me so I ended up having a cat-fight with her before school. Corry and I have spotted a good looking boy working in Co-Op; we are keeping our eyes pealed.

                                            Wednesday

Corry was smiling like a Cheshire cat when I got to school. “Hey Corry, what’s up”? I asked, dead casual (but I was dying to know what had happened). Corry replied “Oh, that boy we’ve been keeping our eyes out for has asked me on a date”. I was speechless. Happy for Corry, sad for me! I am DEFINITLEY going to get myself a boyfriend immediately! Julie Dandkett has invited Corry and me to her party so we are going to find some clothes this Saturday!

                             Thursday

School was utterly boring today. Corry and I had to listen to Mr Fetch droning on about ‘respect’ for an hour and a half. Mr Fetch is our tutor; he is ultra boring, ultra old and ultra grey. I can’t wait till Saturday! Julie says the party is eight till half ten. Two and a half hours to party!!!

                          Friday

Corry is really nervous about what to wear. I told her to keep calm; we’d sort it out tomorrow. We decided to do a car wash after school to raise some money for charity (yeah right, we’ll end up buying make-up with it). I’m quite rich (if you count my money in the bank) where as Corry doesn’t get much pocket money as she has SO MANY siblings!

The car wash was a total waste of time; we only got twenty pence per car!

The old hags down my street are VERY tight with their cash!

                         Saturday

Walked over to Corry’s at half ten. Corry was in her room shoving stuff into a bag. We went to Millisons (this cheap clothes shop). We tried on half the shop, but all the clothes were too old fashioned (no wonder they are cheap). In the end we went to Primark. Corry found a top she liked. I came across a blue dress which was really floaty and silky. We found matching shoes and bought some lip gloss and eye shadow. I still had masses of money left so I treated myself (and Corry) to a strawberry smoothie. Corry met the boy (who is now her boyfriend, he’s called Adam Westwood) he looks like a smaller version of Leonardo Di Caprio!

 Have just arrived at the party, its great! Julie Dandkett is wearing a custard yellow dress (awful!!!).

I must admit Corry and I look great, I’m wearing the blue dress and Corry’s wearing some jeans and a low cut top. I straightened my hair and Corry curled hers. Corry danced with Adam for a bit, while I hunted for someone to dance with (no luck). I’ll just have to keep my fingers crossed and go out more. Corry’s having a party next week (so I can keep looking)!

Just A Little Green Leaflet

You think you don’t hurt
That your words don’t break my skin
It’s just our point of view
That you’re living in sin


One man one woman
Traditional ceremony
Because gays can’t find
Happiness you see


Of course they can
Don’t be so ignorant
It’s like you’re living in the 60s
Homophobic and confident


Just a little green leaflet
It won’t hurt a fly
You don’t realise it you see
That you’re the reason why


So many teens
Are taking their lives
Jumping from buildings
Can’t find a way to survive


10 reasons why the government
Are wrong to redefine marriage
It should stay the old way
Bride, groom, horse’s carriage


Well let me tell you
Equal marriage is right
Here you go, let me say
I’m not giving up this fight


There are couples who marry
In Las Vegas at 2am
Barely know each other
You think that’s love to them?


It’s to make children
You homophobes say
What about the infertile
And the elderly?


There are civil partnerships
You’ve got equality
Well no we haven’t
If it’s named differently


You think that changing the laws
Of marriage equality
Will promote promiscuity
And polygamy


Well that’s so wrong it makes me laugh
I don’t want twenty girlfriends
I just want to marry
The one I’ll love til the end


And gays having kids
That makes your skin crawl
Coz there’s parents who abuse
Kick, hit and name call


They let their children starve
And slouch around smoking weed
So heterosexual parents
Aren’t always what kids need


Isn’t having two Mums
Better than having none at all?
And having two Dads
You’d be ace at football


We’re human just like you
Got the same DNA
Blood and guts, heart and brains
Just wired to be gay


If you change ‘gay’ to ‘black’
Think how bad it seems
All black people can’t marry
It’s racism of gender themes


You think that marriage
Will change forevermore
It’ll be altered
From it’s traditional core


We’re just like you
The only difference is we’re gay
We’ll argue with our partners
And have barbeques in May


Marriage has changed already
Women are no longer sold by their man
There are inter racial weddings
So why say gay marriage needs a ban


You bring out the Bible
And quote Leviticus
Don’t bring God into it
It won’t change us


It’s wrong to eat pork
Is it as bad as being gay?
And the bible says
You can’t work on a Sunday


So think about it now
I dare you, go on
Do you still think
Equal marriage is wrong?